We were in an accident this morning on the way to our soccer game. Most importantly, no one was hurt. It was a minor crash in the grand scheme of things, though perhaps not as minor to the pocketbook. No other cars were involved, we just came around a corner hit an icy patch, and slid sideways. The car hit the curb hard, with the front driver's side tire being the point of initial impact. The steering wheel now spins loosely and freely, so something about the steering mechanism and front-wheel drive is now very broken. Hopefully, it will be one of the less expensive things to fix but we won't find out until Monday.
We were unable to call any of the parents on the soccer team right away to tell them we weren't going to make it, but that couldn't be helped. Some of the parents stepped up and got the kids on the field, so the kids on the team didn't miss out on their game. David's ex did call to find out what was going on and ranted to me about how David is a [expletive] lazy [expletive] who can't do anything [expletive] right, and what the [expletive] is she supposed to tell all those [expletive] parents asking her what the [expletive] is going on. "Tell them the coaches were in a car accident and can't make it. It's pretty simple."